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Confronting Your Hot Neighbor, the Source of So Much Sexual Frustration

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28 March 2017

You can’t take it anymore. The noise from the neighbors’ apartment is just unbearable. You can’t concentrate, you can’t think… of anything but sex, the sex THEY are having. It’s so loud, so often, so enormously FRUSTRATING – because you don’t have a partner of your own. And you can’t even masturbate.

When you knock on your neighbor’s door, she’s wondering why both of your hands are bandaged – you tell her about the freak accident – and when you go on and on about all the noise obviously emanating from her apartment, she puts two and two together: you’re complaining because it turns you on. You can tell she’s amused by your predicament, but she’s immensely sweet about it.

She swears she and her boyfriend can’t be the cause of all your anguish. She even proves it to you: inviting you into their bedroom to show you how it’s impossible the headboard slamming sound you hear day and night is actually coming from their apartment.

And while you stand there, in hopes of banishing the sex acts at the cause of all your personal frustration, you find yourself getting a hard on as you watch your neighbor demonstrate every sexual position she and her boyfriend get into. Neither one of you expects HIM to come home at that moment: you standing there in their bedroom with a hard on and her grinding away on top of the mattress while you watch. And he’s the jealous type. Of course, he is.

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I once lived in a roach-motel in a town called Chatsworth, CA. I think the walls were just a sheet of Reynolds Wrap underneath the drywall. You could hear people scratching their armpits in the next room, basically.

Well, your video here brought back memories of a fuck-contest I had with another douchebag in that room next door. Turned out my partner — who was so charmed by me that she could ignore the empty cans of beer and beef-stew all over the place, and the silverfish, and whatever that crusty stain on the carpet was — noticed it first: “They’re fucking next door!” I stopped. “Oh yeah? I’ll show them fucking” and we really went at it. Two couples, headboards opposed, banging into each other, only a thin wall separating us. I heard the lady in the other room laugh at one point; then, *we* started laughing. Ah, that was a great night. 🙂

Thanks, once again, for the memories, Tara! 🙂

God I love your work. If anyone has mastered the art of making a man laugh while giving him a stiffie, it’s you. So funny, so sexy. Methinks thou dost protest too much, though: memory-foam ain’t no guarantee of noise next door, and you *really* should keep it down, young lady. Ridiculous. 😛

But wow, that camera placement from the floor. Oh what an exquisite angle. Both ways. 😉

What a brilliant and funny divertimento — top notch, Tara. Highly recommended, guys.

PS — I don’t think you have enough footwear, though. You definitely need more shoes and boots and things. It’s like you only have 2 pair, or something. (Closes eyes, awaits getting hit)